It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons The season is calling your pictures are falling down
The steps that I retrace The sad look on your face The timing and structure Did you hear he fucked her A day late a buck short I'm writing the report On losing and failing When I move I'm flailing now
And it's happened once again I'll turn to a friend Someone that understands Sees through the master plan But everybody's gone and I've been here for too long To face this on my own Well I guess this is growing up Well I guess this is growing up
And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview you'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy And I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay